|Cynthia Terelst, Author|
Friday, July 10, 2020
LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE
Welcome Australian author Cynthia Terelst. Cynthia and I met online through a group hosted by author Kayelle Allen. Today, Cynthia is sharing LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE.
Will one of the treasures they find be each other's heart?
It's been five years since Tara walked out of Shepherd's life without a word. Since then he's spiralled through drugs, alcohol and empty relationships, with Tara on his mind the whoe time. Now he wants to win her back, and what better way than by creating a fake scavenger hunt? He knows she won't be able to resist.
Tara's lost enough loved ones and she didn't want to see Shepherd added to that count. So, when she saw him high at graduation, she did the only thing she could do -- she walked away. When she'd teamed up with him for a million dollar scavenger hunt, the feelings reignite. For a second chance at love to work, she needs to be brave enough to open up and tell him everything she withheld the first time around.
Shepherd didn't realize how much winning would mean to Tara. He now needs to come up with the $3 million for her foundation before the hunt is over. If he can't he will need to tell her it's all fake, and he doesn't know if he can risk that.
Will secrets destroy them a second time around?
Shepherd and I sat on the couch side by side and watched The Martian while we ate dinner. The warmth from where our arms touched seeped through me. I should have moved away, but I didn’t want to. The spices from the tacos radiated off him. What would they taste like when mixed with the sweetness of him? My eyes were drawn to his lips, the curve of them. I could practically feel their softness.
Shepherd turned his face to mine. My eyes lingered for a moment as I imagined his soft breath brushing my face as he bent his head toward me. My breathing shallowed to the point that it was nearly non-existent, as if I were a starfish. I turned my face away and resumed watching the movie, making sure my hands kept to themselves and my thoughts remained on the man saving his own life on the screen. Matt Damon may have been the most attractive astronaut I’d ever seen, but he was nothing compared to Shepherd.
The movie ended and I sat there while the credits rolled. Our closeness suddenly made me feel like we were in a flux capacitor. Time—five years of it—had been starved, and now it was swallowing me whole. Everything about Shepherd felt like home. Everything. And if I allowed it to, this feeling wouldn’t just swallow me, it would become me.
I jerked away from him, my heart racing, my skin cold, while I broke into a sweat. I couldn’t allow this to happen. Shepherd was no longer my solace. He never truly was because he never knew my grief. My grief over my brother. The feelings of loss at my parent’s death.
No, Shepherd was not my solace. Not then. Not now.
Cynthia Terelst is a project officer by day and a writer by night. She is a contemporary romance writer who likes to share a little bit of history, some Australian scenery and a whole lotta love. Cynthia does not shy away from difficult topics, as she feels that they should not be ignored.
She lives in Queensland, Australia, where the sun shines at least 283 days a year.
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